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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History: Illness & Injury

When I was five, I decided to play popcorn stand with my bicycle.I upended it and spun the wheels and gleefully made up a song about making popcorn for the circus.

And then I put my middle finger in the spokes.

And had to go for stitches.

I cried all the way there, not because it hurt, but because we were in public and I had my towel-wrapped middle finger raised high in the air, flipping off everyone we passed, which I knew was Super Bad™.